Post by Shhasow on Mar 16, 2011 1:56:05 GMT 10
Title: The Princess and the Training Master
Rating: R
Word Count: 252
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kalasin takes advantage of her last night of freedom. Rating for sex, dubious consent, slightly drugged!Wyldon.
Kally gazed at the sleeping man in the bed. One long elegant (princess-esque) finger traced the bridge of his strong, broken nose.
The Princess and the Training Master. Kally smirked. It seemed a title for a lurid romance, not an actual encounter between a Princess of Tortall and the ex-training master of the same place. However, it had been rather lurid.
Kally debated whether or not to awaken the man to see if he could stand another round, one last hurrah before she was shipped off to Carthak to do her (princess-ly) duty. However tempting it seemed, she reluctantly decided not to ruin her last moment of freedom. The man might protest strenuously when he realized that he’d been slipped a dubious potion. Not that he had been complaining last night. He might protest now in the light of day, but Kally had recognized that gleam of lust in his eyes more often than just the night before. She had simply lowered his inhibitions, made it easier to act upon his hidden desire.
So she rose and stretched slowly, marveling at the delicious ache, and left Wyldon in the rumpled bed. He would awaken soon enough, and with no evidence but nocturnal emissions, might likely decide that it was simply a realistic dream.
Even if he did realize the truth, how likely was it that he would accuse Princess Kalasin, soon-to-be Empress? It would be a scandal. Wyldon knew his duty.
Kally smirked again. Empress. She could get used to that title.
QC by: jazzyjess
Rating: R
Word Count: 252
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kalasin takes advantage of her last night of freedom. Rating for sex, dubious consent, slightly drugged!Wyldon.
Kally gazed at the sleeping man in the bed. One long elegant (princess-esque) finger traced the bridge of his strong, broken nose.
The Princess and the Training Master. Kally smirked. It seemed a title for a lurid romance, not an actual encounter between a Princess of Tortall and the ex-training master of the same place. However, it had been rather lurid.
Kally debated whether or not to awaken the man to see if he could stand another round, one last hurrah before she was shipped off to Carthak to do her (princess-ly) duty. However tempting it seemed, she reluctantly decided not to ruin her last moment of freedom. The man might protest strenuously when he realized that he’d been slipped a dubious potion. Not that he had been complaining last night. He might protest now in the light of day, but Kally had recognized that gleam of lust in his eyes more often than just the night before. She had simply lowered his inhibitions, made it easier to act upon his hidden desire.
So she rose and stretched slowly, marveling at the delicious ache, and left Wyldon in the rumpled bed. He would awaken soon enough, and with no evidence but nocturnal emissions, might likely decide that it was simply a realistic dream.
Even if he did realize the truth, how likely was it that he would accuse Princess Kalasin, soon-to-be Empress? It would be a scandal. Wyldon knew his duty.
Kally smirked again. Empress. She could get used to that title.
QC by: jazzyjess
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!